Rock Breaks Scissors

This weekend was the Christmas party for the local chapter of RWA in which the Sisters belong.  Ava and I were there – Isabella was “with child” so she was unable to attend, but we know that she was there in spirit. 

She missed out on a delightful lunch and fun company, but more importantly, she missed out on a moment when I was speechless.  That comes all too rarely, I assure you.

Ava and I lingered at the table as the meeting broke up.  I think we were both loathe to go home where there was sure to be loud and uncontrolled short people and harried fathers that were most likely ready to flee the country.  The restaurant began to clear the tables of linens and such, and still we lingered, talking and laughing as is our usual habit. 

Out of the blue a busboy stopped at our table and looked me in the eye and said the following:

“I dreamed about you last night and you broke my heart.”  This was said with a straight face and included a sweeping hand gesture.

I just stood there staring at him.  Ava, on the other hand, guffawed loudly and smacked me on the shoulder. 

Now one might say that I should be flattered.  I would be flattered if say Daniel Craig stopped by my table and said something that absurd.  Or Viggo Mortensen, or Bono, or (dear God it makes me tremble to think of such a thing) a 1969  tag team version of Robert Redford and Paul Newman.  However, this is not my luck.  I get hit on by short, goofy bus boys.

Ava teased me about it for hours.  She wanted to know if I told My Honey that I was running off with a busboy. 

I really don’t think that he would be able to keep me in the style that I’m become accustomed. 

And then it occurred to me.  The harsh truth.  My ego is crushed.

They just wanted us to get the hell out of the restaurant.  I’ll bet that the whole lot of them did Rock Paper Scissors in the kitchen to see who had to scare the middle aged women out of the dining room.